Sweet!

You've brought some medicine for them... and you know EXACTLY how to administer it.

Since they're in such a deep sleep, it's easy for you to carefully slip your hand into their mouth... and then your wrist... your arm...

And soon, you're wriggling your way down their throat carefully, until finally, you're curled up in their stomach.

The situation looks dire. You can tell their their stomach is painfully empty, and yet, they haven't been able to eat. Their body quivers around you, and there's even a concerning lurch all around you once or twice. Their body might want to expel you, so you have to act fast.

You reach into your pocket and pull out a handful of pills, all of which can alleviate your pred's symptoms. Then, you simply... drop them, and then watch as they begin to dissolve into a small pool of liquid.

And soon, the pred's stomach is churning around you, coating you in the frothy mixture of medicine and stomach acid. You can hear your pred take a deep breath, and the release, and when they do, their shivering starts to lessen considerably.

Slowly, your eyes slip closed, lulled to sleep by the churning around you...

~

When they wake up, their stomach is gurgling softly, and they feel... incredible.

No more pain. No more nausea, no more expelling the contents of their body. Everything is settled in their stomach nicely.

...And when they look down, they see the pleasant swell in their belly, signifying that they've had a meal.

For a second, the pred panics, wondering who they could've possibly eaten in their haze... until the bed shifts beside them, and they look up to see their favorite prey, groggily looking up at them.

"Good morning," they greet. "How are you feeling?"

A satisfied gurgle emanates from the pred's stomach in response, causing their cheeks to flush red.

"Ah... a lot better," they reply.

The prey scoots closer, leaning against the pred and resting their head on their shoulder.

You've brought some medicine for them... and you know EXACTLY how to administer it.

Since they're in such a deep sleep, it's easy for you to carefully slip your hand into their mouth... and then your wrist... your arm...

And soon, you're wriggling your way down their throat carefully, until finally, you're curled up in their stomach.

The situation looks dire. You can tell their their stomach is painfully empty, and yet, they haven't been able to eat. Their body quivers around you, and there's even a concerning lurch all around you once or twice. Their body might want to expel you, so you have to act fast.

You reach into your pocket and pull out a handful of pills, all of which can alleviate your pred's symptoms. Then, you simply... drop them, and then watch as they begin to dissolve into a small pool of liquid.

And soon, the pred's stomach is churning around you, coating you in the frothy mixture of medicine and stomach acid. You can hear your pred take a deep breath, and the release, and when they do, their shivering starts to lessen considerably.

Slowly, your eyes slip closed, lulled to sleep by the churning around you...

~

When they wake up, their stomach is gurgling softly, and they feel... incredible.

No more pain. No more nausea, no more expelling the contents of their body. Everything is settled in their stomach nicely.

...And when they look down, they see the pleasant swell in their belly, signifying that they've had a meal.

For a second, the pred panics, wondering who they could've possibly eaten in their haze... until the bed shifts beside them, and they look up to see their favorite prey, groggily looking up at them.

"Good morning," they greet. "How are you feeling?"

A satisfied gurgle emanates from the pred's stomach in response, causing their cheeks to flush red.

"Ah... a lot better," they reply.

The prey scoots closer, leaning against the pred and resting their head on their shoulder.

You've brought some medicine for them... and you know EXACTLY how to administer it.

Since they're in such a deep sleep, it's easy for you to carefully slip your hand into their mouth... and then your wrist... your arm...

And soon, you're wriggling your way down their throat carefully, until finally, you're curled up in their stomach.

The situation looks dire. You can tell their their stomach is painfully empty, and yet, they haven't been able to eat. Their body quivers around you, and there's even a concerning lurch all around you once or twice. Their body might want to expel you, so you have to act fast.

You reach into your pocket and pull out a handful of pills, all of which can alleviate your pred's symptoms. Then, you simply... drop them, and then watch as they begin to dissolve into a small pool of liquid.

And soon, the pred's stomach is churning around you, coating you in the frothy mixture of medicine and stomach acid. You can hear your pred take a deep breath, and the release, and when they do, their shivering starts to lessen considerably.

Slowly, your eyes slip closed, lulled to sleep by the churning around you...

~

When they wake up, their stomach is gurgling softly, and they feel... incredible.

No more pain. No more nausea, no more expelling the contents of their body. Everything is settled in their stomach nicely.

...And when they look down, they see the pleasant swell in their belly, signifying that they've had a meal.

For a second, the pred panics, wondering who they could've possibly eaten in their haze... until the bed shifts beside them, and they look up to see their favorite prey, groggily looking up at them.

"Good morning," they greet. "How are you feeling?"

A satisfied gurgle emanates from the pred's stomach in response, causing their cheeks to flush red.

"Ah... a lot better," they reply.

The prey scoots closer, leaning against the pred and resting their head on their shoulder.

My love, you'll be safe. I promise. I just... I don't want to be alone tonight. And it's going to get so cold... you humans aren't well-suited for that, y'know?

Alright, point made, yes?

Come here.

You're nervous as you approach. I let my mouth fall open, I let you look inside and even feel it. My teeth, tongue, lips. Don't worry, I would never use my teeth on you, but yes, I know they're sharp and scary... and yes, I know, peering down my throat is probably really scary, too. Please, don't be afraid.

You take a deep breath. "Okay. I'm ready," You say.

Gently, I take your hands and I hold them up to my lips, delicately kissing your knuckles, before opening my mouth and guiding your hands in. I can't help but to taste your hands, palms, fingers. Salty but kind of sweet, too.

I slowly suck your hands deeper into my mouth, and then, when I feel your fingers brush the back of my throat, I make the first swallow.

You gasp as you're suddenly pulled a lot further in. It gets a lot warmer down my throat, and the pressure is even a little uncomfortable, but it won't last long. You'll be okay.

...Well, maybe I should've warned you to hold your breath, but my point still stands; you'll be fine.

The next couple of swallows happen a lot faster than I mean for them to. I can't help it; you're just so tasty and tender, and it feels good to have you sliding down my throat...

After a few moments, you land in the pouch I was telling you about. It's not quite my stomach; instead, it's an extra organ that holds food until I need it. In this case, though, you'll be going back the way you came. Many others haven't been so lucky... but I could never do anything to harm you. I love you.

I feel you squirm around a little, and then, curl up, letting out a quiet sigh. It's so quiet for a moment that I'm pretty sure I can't hear you, until I feel your hand print, and then, very quietly, I hear you speak.

"I can hear your heartbeat."

Your claws wrap around my wrist. I freeze on the spot. Yes, it is cold, and my skin is thin…and you are so painstakingly warm… The benefit of a winter’s fur…

Point made, just this once… You shouldn’t have to feel alone.

I’m anxious, watching muzzle and maw yawn wide before me, a cavern of muted pinks under the fill moon’s glare. More looming than that-ivory fangs laced with a sheen I can’t ignore. An echo of finality whispers in my mind. I hesitate. You encourage a hesitant hand pushing in, letting me take things at my pace. I reach for a fang first, if for nothing else to ease my anxiety. You don’t bite down. The bone is hard beneath my hand and as large as my forearm.

Yes, they are sharp and scary, and I voice my knowledge that they’re harmless…but they’re teeth. Big teeth. It’s very, very hard to not be afraid. I move away before the fear settles in too deeply. Your tongue is soft and rough all at once, eagerly lapping my fingers and drawing me further in. It’s almost honoring how much the muscle pulls, trying to coax me in. Your body is starving for me, begging with all its might for this easy prey, but you’re able to control the drive to snap down and devour me. It’s sweet. Weird, and gross…but sweet.

I’ve pulled back now, admiring the dripping, starving, loving vat of velvet heat before me.

“I’m ready.” The words leave my lips before I fully realize it.

I blink. At once you set into motion. Your mouth closes and presses into my fists. My knuckles sink into those lips, and I flex my fingers against the strange feeling of whiskers against them. Too, I feel your hitching breath. Familiar claws wrap around my wrists again. This is it. This time, I don’t brace.

My stomach drops as those ivory daggers gleam against the moon’s glare. Your tongue greets my arms before I process your jaws opening wider, surging downwards. My mind’s eye flicks to summer afternoons sliding down a slip-and-slide. The heat and humidity feel similar. It helps quell the rising wariness. I’ve gotten this far, can’t back out now.

I watch and feel my hands slip further into your maw, surrounded by your heat, your breath. Muscles flex, pulling me deeper, and I feel my body try to brace against the alluring warmth curling around my chest and stomach. There’s nothing to brace against. My upper half is nearly fully inside your jaws, legs delicately covered by your claws. I feel my wrists reach the crest of your throat. They’re squished together, my hands pressing out in some animalistic need to escape.

Everything jolts forward. Instinctively, I gasp, and that’s the last breath of air I get as muscles crush inward. It’s pressure, so much pressure. I can feel heat and warmth and soft and pressure all at once, all-consuming. I can’t breathe oh god I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe and I can’t feel where I am and-

grrRRrl….

Something growls at me.

My hands push into open air. They feel around blindly as I’m held in suspension. There’s another roll of motion before my face joins them, and my lungs greedily reclaim the oxygen they’d yearned for from the soupy air. Dizzy from the sudden rush, I fall face first into your gut with a grunt. It’s not uncomfortable, rubbery and soft, like an inflatable left too long in the sun. The walls shudder and mold around my fingers. I push out, trying to sort and ease myself inside of you.

Our discussion earlier rings through my mind, silencing any lingering alarm bells. An extra organ to hold… I am safe here.

The reminder is enough to ease some tension. I shift, push, wriggle myself into a ball, knees close to my chest, hands pushing out. I seek something solid, grounding, and find nothing. There’s no stability in this living hammock. Nothing but you surrounding me, sloshing me around as we both situate ourselves. Somehow, I don’t mind. All I can sense is you. Your heat, your breath, each rush of blood and each groan of organs. You’re a warm pool heated by the summer sun, rippling muscles like the surface of the water as I sink further down. I’m safe here, but I need something-

I push my hands out. There’s a quiet drum, a rhythm amidst all the chaos. Something grounding. It’s quick for a moment. Then, slowly, it begins to draw out. It takes a moment for me to register the source.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” I murmur, pressing my fingers into the rippling flesh, seeking the gentle drum. After a moment, I feel you press back. I feel myself relax. Stress I didn’t know I had drifts away, bubbling away to a sunny surface I can no longer see. I’m surrounded by you, someone I love, tucked away like a precious gem. And you, finally satisfied in a way I can’t understand…it’s sweet.

I’m not worried, dear. I’ll stay with you tonight. You have my word.

My love, you'll be safe. I promise. I just... I don't want to be alone tonight. And it's going to get so cold... you humans aren't well-suited for that, y'know?

Alright, point made, yes?

Come here.

You're nervous as you approach. I let my mouth fall open, I let you look inside and even feel it. My teeth, tongue, lips. Don't worry, I would never use my teeth on you, but yes, I know they're sharp and scary... and yes, I know, peering down my throat is probably really scary, too. Please, don't be afraid.

You take a deep breath. "Okay. I'm ready," You say.

Gently, I take your hands and I hold them up to my lips, delicately kissing your knuckles, before opening my mouth and guiding your hands in. I can't help but to taste your hands, palms, fingers. Salty but kind of sweet, too.

I slowly suck your hands deeper into my mouth, and then, when I feel your fingers brush the back of my throat, I make the first swallow.

You gasp as you're suddenly pulled a lot further in. It gets a lot warmer down my throat, and the pressure is even a little uncomfortable, but it won't last long. You'll be okay.

...Well, maybe I should've warned you to hold your breath, but my point still stands; you'll be fine.

The next couple of swallows happen a lot faster than I mean for them to. I can't help it; you're just so tasty and tender, and it feels good to have you sliding down my throat...

After a few moments, you land in the pouch I was telling you about. It's not quite my stomach; instead, it's an extra organ that holds food until I need it. In this case, though, you'll be going back the way you came. Many others haven't been so lucky... but I could never do anything to harm you. I love you.

I feel you squirm around a little, and then, curl up, letting out a quiet sigh. It's so quiet for a moment that I'm pretty sure I can't hear you, until I feel your hand print, and then, very quietly, I hear you speak.

"I can hear your heartbeat."

Happens all the time.

But I've been seeing a massive uptick in blogs that are actually legit getting hacked on voreblr amd then sending messages to people about "falsely reporting" them.

Do not--I repeat, do NOT--fall for these.

They might tell you that you need to add someone on Discord to get the issue if the false report resolved. THAT IS A LIE. SUPPORT SERVICES NEVER REACH OUT TO PEOPLE BIA DISCORD.

If you get a message that someone falsely reported you, and then they ask you to send a friend request to a random person on Discord, BLOCK THEM.